"Keep fiering." My guards maintained relentless pressure on the assassins who were pursuing me. Meanwhile, I was hurriedly escorted through the park towards the armored limousine that was waiting to ensure my safe return from the negotiations.

"Damn it, I should have realized this was a trap right from the beginning." I muttered a curse under my breath as I leaped over the black steel fence, with the men in black suits assigned to protect me following closely behind.

It was in moments like this that I felt grateful to my past self for not being stingy with my security. I smirked as another one of the assassins was taken down by the rapid fire of a machine pistol held in one of my guard's hands. "A very good choice indeed."

We finally arrived at the location where I had left my limousine along with the rest of my security team. Out of the three black SUVs that had been with me, only two were still intact. The third SUV was off to the side, smoking and clearly having been hit by some sort of explosive device.

I dove into my car, and a guard quickly slammed the doors shut behind me. The first thing I did, which might surprise you, was not to fix my suit, but to grab my trusty magnum revolver from the armrest compartment. After all, it was a dangerous world we lived in, and having a loaded gun or two readily available was just common sense. Unfortunately, I had lost my first gun when the shootout began.

However, I did manage to turn the rival CEO's head into a bloody mist, so that was a plus and one less problem to worry about. I chuckled to myself. "Those cunts have no idea what I have in store for them," I mused, inspecting the status of the ammunition in my gun.

Just as I confirmed that I had a full drum, the car started moving, and we were off. As expected, a few more cars joined the chase, clearly belonging to the assassins. My eyes widened in shock when I saw a massive machine gun mounted on one of the pickup trucks. "Of course, why the fuck not!" I growled, making sure to stay clear of the windows as the machine gun aimed in my direction.

They opened fire, and let me tell you, the windows might have been reinforced to hell and back, but the high-caliber bullets from the machine gun tore through them like wet tissue paper. I did notice that the gunfire didn't come anywhere near the driver. "Just an idiot, or something else? No time to check now," I mumbled, waiting for the barrage to stop.

As I heard the unmistakable sound of a magazine being detached from the gun, my heart raced with adrenaline. Without hesitation, I swiftly moved out from behind cover, locking my sights on the cunt operating the firearm. With focused determination, I steadied my aim and gently squeezed the trigger, sending a single lead filled object towards the fucker.

Upon impact, the bullet pierced through his skull, unleashing a spray of blood that splattered across the air in a gruesome arc behind his head. His eyes, wide with shock, rolled back as his grip faltered, sending him tumbling out of the fast-moving vehicle. With a sickening thud, he collided face-first with the unforgiving asphalt below, leaving a chilling aftermath in his wake.

In a bizarre gesture of camaraderie with his pulped companion, the driver rammed into my transport, violently pushing us into the adjacent lane. And guess what awaited us there? A massive fucking gas tanker! The collision ignited a blazing inferno of scorching hot flames that enveloped everything around me. Amidst the searing heat and chaos, I summoned my last ounce of strength to unleash one final curse upon this stupid, fucking world.

"FUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!!"

It wasn't one of my favourite days.